Wanda had always been a light eater, picking at her food rather than eating it. But as her twentieth week approached, she found herself ravenous, finishing her plate every meal and sometimes requesting seconds.

Bucky was more than happy to oblige to her cravings, happy she was consuming enough food for herself and the baby. Upon his multitude of research, he'd found that it was a common method to eat five small meals throughout the day to insure a consistent flow of calories, and he was perfectly fine with constantly cooking.

"Good morning, husband," Wanda said, grinning like a child as she turned to walk up behind him, looping her arms around his waist. "What's for breakfast?"

"Thought I'd try my hand at homemade waffles," he replied, focusing on the bowl in his hands as he whisked. "Grab me the strawberries? Gonna put them on top." Wanda made a delighted sound, speeding to the fridge and swinging the door open. "Hey, hey, slow down."

While still small, she was larger than most women at twenty weeks, the fetus apparently growing quicker than a normal baby, and Bucky insisted she be careful with her movements. During her weekly appointments, Bruce had lightly broached the topic of labor induction, or perhaps a scheduled C-section, and while it scared him, Bucky agreed whatever was best, they would do.

Placing a plastic bowl of strawberries on the counter, Wanda peered up at him, beckoning with her hand. He chuckled and leaned down so she could kiss him.

"These should be done soon," he said as he pulled back. "Why don't you prop your feet up till they're ready?"

"I was just laying down." Wanda shrugged, brushing her hair from her face. "I need to move, just a little."

He eyed her, but nodded. She was getting stir crazy, he could tell.

The moment he placed the whip cream and strawberry waffles in front of her, she dug her fork in, slicing the dough into smaller chunks and popping them in her mouth. Bucky folded his arms, leaning against the counter as he waited for her judgment.

She chewed thoughtfully, her eyes going wide as she leaned back in satisfaction. "Have I mentioned that I love you?" she sighed, licking the whip cream from her thumb.

Bucky nodded happily. "You've mentioned it once or twice," he laughed, turning the faucet on as he loaded the dirty dishes into the sink.

Wanda pouted, taking another bite. "Say it back."

"I love you, Wanda," he said almost immediately, placing a cleaned plate on the sink. "Finished with your plate?" She nodded, so he took it from her.

She moved slowly to the couch, Bucky watching to make sure she didn't land too hard as she sat. Sighing, she gave him a look, and Bucky tried not to grin as he recognized a new and tell-tale type of hunger in her eyes.

As he shifted about the sink with his back to her, he could hear the slight woosh that meant she was levitating. "Wanda."

"Yes?"

"You know you're not nearly as quiet as you think, especially to me," he stated, still not turning around as he dried a bowl. "What did we say about levitation?"

He heard her sigh, nodding as her feet touched the floor once more. "Can you hear this?" she asked, and he shifted, listening.

Nothing.

Panic bubbled in his chest. He whipped around to her standing there, holding her breath. Her eyes crinkled as she collapsed into a fit of giggles and he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, very funny. You got me," he mused and she hugged him, her hands pressed into his back as he looped around his shoulders. "But please keep breathing, if not for my sake then for the little love."

Her hands retracted from around his waist, instead settling on his lower abdomen. He tensed, and she raised her brows. "You're flexing. I know you know what I want, so don't be mean and tease me."

He had to suppress a laugh. Leaning down, he grabbed her chin lightly, kissing the corner of her mouth. "I mean, it's easy, sweetheart. All you want to do is eat, fuck, repeat."

"Excuse me?" She scoffed, pulling away. "I-I could manage without you, soldier." She was embarrassed about all her needs, and he found it adorable.

"Oh, no, you don't," he hummed, pulling her back gently. "I don't mind, darlin'."

"Even when I'm the size of a planet?" she quipped, and he rolled his eyes.

Dropping his hand to her stomach, he rubbed gently, gaze darkening just a little, just enough to make her focus. "Especially now."

Her eyes grew large, and desire flooded his veins, wanting for her to invade his every thought. He picked her up easily, carrying her to their bedroom and shutting the door with a quick kick of his foot.

"Watch it," he instructed, setting her at the foot of the bed. "You aren't supposed to lie on your back, remember?"

She ignored him, standing to tug off the pants she was wearing. "Just strip and help me."

He laughed, not bothering to bite it back, and he pulled at the sweatpants. "Aren't these mine?"

"Maybe," she huffed, stepping out of them. "Mine don't fit, you know with all your feeding and shit."

"Language, ma'am. No cursing in front of the baby." He smirked, tugging her panties down before tossing them to the floor. "And besides, I like it when you wear my clothes."

"She's sleeping," Wanda mummed, watching intently as he undressed her. "So we can be as naughty as we want."

"That so?" He muttered, tugging his shirt over his head before gripping hers and pulling it up slowly. As he moved the fabric, he placed a light kiss between the valley of her breasts. "Side or top?"

Her pupils were blown as she looked at him, lust darkened, and he thought her mouth visibly watered as he pulled the zipper of his jeans. "Side."

As he busied himself with his boxers, she moved to the head of the bed, laying lightly on her right side. He was right, she wasn't really ginormous, but her labido was. Once naked, Bucky crawled to meet her, laying on his right side so he could face her. His hand gripped the edge of her knee before lightly tracing upwards, moving over her thigh, hip, and waist, moving to the center of her back. He could feel her heart racing, anticipation written over his features.

"Careful, hun," he whispered, propping himself up on his elbow.

She didn't get a chance to answer before his mouth covered hers. Surprised but delighted, she pressed into him as much as her stomach allowed and shifted her lips in a starving kiss. The past few weeks were hitting her like a time of fasting, and now she suddenly felt like she'd been given access to food and water again - and she was devouring him. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, gasping as he matched her favor.

He was constantly there, but sometimes she felt like he was so far away, so deep in his own head that it was harder to reach him. She just wanted to feel him, that he was alive and breathing as she scratched her nails in his scalp.

Bucky pulled her closer, pushing her shirt upwards, and his hands clawed over her spine and back, gripping at her ribcage as he bit down on her lip. He was breathing heavily, but she could tell he was restringing himself, fear of hurting the baby clouding his typical animal tendencies. Working his teeth down her neck, he found the spot just under her jaw, lightly sucking the skin. When he stopped, he spoke into her ear. "I remember the first time I fucked you like this."

Her brain frizzed. She remembered it, too, the intensity of his eyes watching her as she entered him in a way she was unfamiliar with. She'd liked it, even if there was an emotional segment she hadn't really understood at the time.

His hand dipped, gentle between her thighs as she took a sharp inhale, feeling him rub her in agonizingly slow movements with the lightest of pressure. Mouth falling open in the slightest, her thighs opened in welcome. She let out a quiet sound close to his ear and he pressed his face into her hair, giving himself a little more leverage as he murmured, "Wanda, I want every part of you."

Her chest expanded shakily as she nodded, taking his face in her hands and pressing kisses to his lips. Perhaps he realized she wanted to lead the kiss because it wasn't nearly as harsh as his initial one had been. His touches below continued to make her shiver in anticipation, pleasure creeping up the back of her spin as she pulled away.

"Okay, but...I want you, too."

His response was simple, quick. "You've had me all this time."

She could feel herself light up at the statement, his length hard against her thigh as he finally dipped his finger in. She could feel her slick against her skin, and she bit her lip to stay quiet, acutely aware that it was still later in the morning and their walls were thin; she didn't want to give the neighbors a show.

His fingers moved at a luxisours pace, and she moved her right hand down before he could register, gripping him loosley. His mouth twisted, a grunt escaping his mouth as his eyes darkened.

"What's it feel like?" she whispered, stroking him slowly.

He shifts, trying not to buck his hips. "Inside?" He grunts, kissing her again. "Warm. So, so warm."

Wanda was having trouble focusing, trying to keep a rhythm on him similar to the one he had one her, and when he curled his finger again, she couldn't help the moan that broke free.

"There it is," he murmured, breath fanning across her cheek. "Want me?"

Wanda nodded, eyes half lidded, and suddenly his fingers were gone. Dragging her even closer, both facing one another on their sides, he pushed her thigh onto his hip, slotting himself between her legs. She tightened her legs when she felt the soft intrusion, breathing shakily as he entered her.

Lifting himself slightly, her other leg under his body, Bucky began to rock. She could feel him holding back, his chest tight and arms rigid. A hand snaked into her hair, and his mouth found the shell of her ear. He began to speak firmly as he continued to thrust into her, the sound coated in immense pressure.

"You're my wife." The statement was still a shock to her system. She might've blushed if her mind wasn't so fogged with the way he was fucking her. "Say it."

"I-I'm y-you're--"

"C'mon, you can do it." A pause. "I want to hear it."

His thrust was slow, but digging deeply, just the way she craved, and Wanda leaned forward, burying her face into his shoulder. She tried to open her mouth a few times, but couldn't find her voice, until she finally whispered, "I'm your wife."

The orgasam was sudden. She hadn't even registered that it was building, and she bit into his shoulder. He hadn't responded to her claim, but the words caused him to deepen his movements, increase his speed, and it was like he was trying to fuse himself to her.

Her mind was fuzzy, blissful, but she kissed his cheek, his jaw, and murmured, "And you're my husband..."

The hand on her hip dug into her skin, and he tensed his climax hit. He was breathing hard, hips moving raggedly as he slowed, the grip on her hip easing before her lips were taken again, and he slowly slid from her body, rolling her to her back and moving on top of her, shaky arms holding himself up as to not crush her body.

Wanda felt her legs tremble as she eased them into the mattress, and Bucky finally released her mouth, his forehead resting against hers.

Was the pregnancy making sex this intense? She hoped it never left as she breathed out slowly, lashes fluttering in exhaustion. She took a shaky inhale, and she was filled with him in every sense of the word.

Their baby would be strong, she was nearly certain, because the watered down version of the serum that she was experiencing was captivating; it was the only word that can describe it. She could smell more, feel more, taste more. It was amazing for moments like these, when she could feel everything in extreme sensitivity. She loved his scent, like a wafting of comfort that easily morphed to desire depending on her mood.

Bucky slid down beside her, dragging his knuckles up her thigh, to her hip. She was self-conscious, looking at her baby bump and his hand pulled her so that she was on her side once more.

"Was that okay?" she asked timidly, avoiding his eyes.

His finger hooked under her chin, pulling it up. His eyes were dark, squinting slightly. "Fuck yes." His voice was husky. "Fucking perfect."

She laughed lightly, cuddling closer. "Next time you choose the position." He gave her a look like he'd even include himself in the propstion, and she rolled her eyes. "You choose because I'm asking."

"I'm inclined to burn the world for you if you ask me, honey."

She was happy at that moment, watching his old self emerging. This new, anxious version of her husband had been a hard change, but she understood; he was just protective. But she was overjoyed at his sense of relaxation.